Can't Help Falling In Love With You (BxB)

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All I can think now was the fact that I'm dealing my soul for the demon himself. Brion kept on rubbing me through my jeans even though we're both ready to wet. He hoist me all the time. Kisses and bites he leave me all insufficient.

He drop my coat, as well as the tee shirt I used for my inner clothes were scattered on the floor. I missed this. I missed his passion... His heat... His hard body... And specially from how he boned me with those skills that are enough to make me cum without a help of someone or myself.

Soon, we didn't bother lying on the wide couch. He slaughtered the fear and anxiety swimming in on my heart. He also gathered my courage to be full-enduring. Another swipe, he bite on my neck so hard. "Do-don't do that, please." I whimpered. Rather than being professional, he stayed aggressive.

Brion push me down hardly. "You deserve it from breaking my rules." Rules? He's jealous?

"You're jeal-" I was about to tell him something, but he lock me on my neck. He choke me at the same time he kiss me. He did it as if I was so small. Brion deepen our kiss even more wet, he suck my edges as I do the same. He dried fuck me as I do the same, and we exchange spits in form of being totally devastated towards each other.

Brion was the one who to took off my jeans too, he unbuckled my belt, slide it off and disadorn my trouser. But then he halt, watching my legs just frozen. However, from the sight of him melting on my legs, made me wonder what's up with him. So... "Brion, what are you doing?"

Soon, he smirked. "I want you blindfolded." Thorn by nervousness, Brion grab something under the corner of that sofa. He even made it on me just a few seconds later, wrapping and tying a long blue rectangular fabric from the back of my head. Now, I can't see his face while fucking me.

No homo, but he's so hot whenever he smiles deeply furious. Though right now, all I can say was that he's taking off his clothes while stroking my damn hard on beneath the thin fabric of my boxer. "What's taking so lo-" The pain shocked me.

"I'll hit you again if you dare make another noises." Anyhow, I felt kinda cold. Is he going to do bondage with me? Perhaps I know...

Yet the pain didn't erase. I try to pry it with my mentality but I just can't hold it. Brion then started pulling my boxers down, slowly but surely, he harnessed my thigh until he reach my feet. Afterwards, I feel how his cock pulsed upon the skin of my ankles and toes.

He began foot fucking me, hands on my my right leg while the other one has come to roam his defined abdomen.

All I can do now was to imagine, feel, hear and focus. Just like how my cock reaction occurs when he try to flip me back. It was failed for the first attempt because he didn't told me so, but after the second; the fastest motion almost break my knuckles. "Tell me, did someone had ever touched you down there?" Instead of expecting him with desires, the way his voice delivered a such venomous words cut me down.

What's wrong with him? I didn't do something...

Meanwhile, "What do you mean?" I mirthed sarcastically.

"Don't laugh, it's kind of disgusting." End of it, I raise both of my legs slightly which was received by his shoulders. I elbowed the couch to support myself while feets' straddle openly.

Soon enough, the exhaustion lingering onto my body didn't help but made me wonder why isn't he done yet? I already came twice for my own accord. "Are you done?" I stammered, giving him the recognition of being tired.

As a response he rapidly increase his speed, pounding me to eternity as if his life depends on it. He even grind circles on me, half slowly but mostly aggressive. "Get this off me." I muttered somehow, after all the vigor he's currently running gave him a chance to ram me at the same time untie the untieable on my back.

It's enough to release my eyes, fluttering it slowly; the blur swarm my vision. The sweats, and heat on my body arch lips, as well as how my moan curved on my tone. Bripn didn't release me, he kept on stabbing me right there.

Later on, the pain and weird sensation he's delivering caused such silence. It becomes unforgivable, his length slide in and slide out. The tip of him always send pleasures as it hammers my prostrate over and over again.

Brion tighten his grip on my waist even more while we do it doggo-like style. "Sh-shit... Hrrmmm..." That wasn't me... Well, it wasn't really me... I just say shit words when I felt uncontrollable.

Far from being loud, I forced to grit my teeth and restraint any incoming noises I'll be making. My claws clawed on the sofa, my brain was fuzzy, my dick and ass were burning, and my mentality push me on my limitations.

Brion hit me one last time. Then another one after a new one... He didn't stop until I feel something drip off, something warm and liquid. He came even more plenty than usual.

Why?

"Hey... What do you mean about me being single? Or was it you stopping me to go single... I don't know what's it but what is it anyway?" I recalled dumbly.

Perhaps he'll answer. In the end he didn't. Nor he stand from his bed and open the door. "I believe this money could fit you in. You can go home now." What????

"No... I don't need it... I just want you to come over my place. It's Christmas..." Yet he didn't take my words warmly. He close the door back to its position, but in a mad way.

"Christmas? If I were to ask myself who is god, probably I'll say 'I don't know' I don't believe in him, or anyone else." Said him in a flat tone, killing me like I was some dirt.

"Then just come with me. Please." I pleaded with reassurance, standing on my feet and striding close and near at his stance. "Not just for yourself... but mine also. I need to tell you something... Too." Through pride losing, I said it half hesitating.

"I will not." ...

"Wh-why?" I stammered.

"Why not?" He respond.

"Just why?" I asked again.

"Why not???" Now, he looked perplexed as he asked once again and was ready to blow questions.

"Brion... Go out with me."

I-I... Shit... What?!! Before I can finally process what my words were, my throat suddenly dried out. My sweats fell off bids time to time. Though my knees remained unfalling. Brion just raise a brow. Defying my question with another question.

"You are — what?"

"I... I-I-I-I... Forget it." While hands flying away during several I's I stuttered, my head bleds and reek out on anxiety.

"Fine. You got balls anyway, how could a bottom like you managed to asked their own tops on a date after being yelled?" He mocked mischievously.

"Fi-fi-fine what? I-I didn't say anything?" It was my denying statement that made him all of the sudden turn red. He smile fakely first, then sigh before turning his back on me.

Which was... Kinda painful. I hope this pride will subside. "Sorry... I'm just kidding." I muttered.

"You shouldn't be joking like that when you know I can leave you limping after a long session."

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(A/N: I, unfortunately stop for a moment in this chapter because of our so-called-author's block, but I still did recovered after all.)

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